“Forget the complaints against complexity; instead, complain about confusion.”
“Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?”
“We confuse what is complex (raising a child, finding more meaning in our lives) with what is complicated (sending astronauts to the moon, doing our taxes). Confusing the two, leads us to complicated solutions for things that are actually complex instead.”
“The complaints of the privileged are too often confused with the voice of the masses.”
“She wanted to complain, not to be consoled; and it was by exclamations of complaint only, Emily learned the particular circumstances of her affliction”
“It reveals that people are confusing."Rovender corrected her. "Not Confusing. Complex.”